The Positive Approach by Kathleen Mayson at the last minute he hadn't wanted to go. ‘What say they have a party down at the pa?’ he said. ‘I don't like your being alone with all that drink about. I think perhaps I'd better not go.’ But she had brushed aside his objections. ‘I'll be all right, Trev. Really. There won't be any parties—no one's having a birthday. Anyway, it's your place to go; you're the only relative close at hand and the old chap was pretty good to you.’ ‘That's just it. But are you sure you'll be okay? What about the nights?’ ‘Look, I'll be fine. You know I'm not nervous. It's only two nights anyway.’ Next day. ‘Where's teacher gone, Miss?’ asked Moko. His hair was like rusty steel wool, his nose ran as usual, and his face was smeared redly with breakfast jam. Tinned jam, she thought, tinned jam, just like them. No idea of economy.